a. mess tent The younger Princess is certainly the taller one, standing at a very leggy 5'9, and with the bubbly persona to match it. Here in the mess, she's sitting on one of the low stools with her booted feet tucked under her skirt, her long curls draped over one shoulder as she takes up half a table to herself. Being that it's the tail end of mealtime and half the mess is vacated, no one seems to be complaining. As she sees you passing by, she raises a hand and waves it at you, both to get your attention and beckon you closer.
"Hey! Come here a second." Her accent isn't quite like any of the other Barrayarans'. She smiles brightly at you and points at the seat opposite her before patting her hands on the table. The reason she's so claimed it is so she could spread out several black-and-white photographs across its surface, some of them candids of her sister or the Armsman bodyguard who stands just behind her, some of them scenic shots. On the seat next to her is a large, very antique-looking camera by galactic standards. "Can I get your opinion?"
b. village Sonia will take any excuse she can to escape the dreary atmosphere of the guerrilla camp, and a trip to the village is about as close as she can get to a five-star vacation these days. It's nice for her, at least, to be around people other than sweaty soldiers once in a while, and although being half-Betan and Vor puts her about as far socially from the hillfolk as possible, she's made friends with some of the villagers easily.
But today she's playing with the children despite being well into her twenties, although she's got all the mischief of a ten-year-old. The moment one of the hill children dares to lob a snowball at the Princess, she joins right in with a delighted cackle – but she won't be the only victim. If you find yourself pelted with a snowball, or snow shoved down the back of your shirt, then it means you've been drafted by the Imperial Princess into her own personal war.
c. wildcard Otherwise, Sonia can be found drifting around the village, chatting with villagers, or trying to find comfortable places in the camp to sit, or anyone to talk to. Really, after ten years of growing up with the unrelenting guerrilla soldiers, she's a little desperate for someone new to have a conversation with.
Princess Sonia Vorbarra (NPC - Barrayaran) | ota
The younger Princess is certainly the taller one, standing at a very leggy 5'9, and with the bubbly persona to match it. Here in the mess, she's sitting on one of the low stools with her booted feet tucked under her skirt, her long curls draped over one shoulder as she takes up half a table to herself. Being that it's the tail end of mealtime and half the mess is vacated, no one seems to be complaining. As she sees you passing by, she raises a hand and waves it at you, both to get your attention and beckon you closer.
"Hey! Come here a second." Her accent isn't quite like any of the other Barrayarans'. She smiles brightly at you and points at the seat opposite her before patting her hands on the table. The reason she's so claimed it is so she could spread out several black-and-white photographs across its surface, some of them candids of her sister or the Armsman bodyguard who stands just behind her, some of them scenic shots. On the seat next to her is a large, very antique-looking camera by galactic standards. "Can I get your opinion?"
b. village
Sonia will take any excuse she can to escape the dreary atmosphere of the guerrilla camp, and a trip to the village is about as close as she can get to a five-star vacation these days. It's nice for her, at least, to be around people other than sweaty soldiers once in a while, and although being half-Betan and Vor puts her about as far socially from the hillfolk as possible, she's made friends with some of the villagers easily.
But today she's playing with the children despite being well into her twenties, although she's got all the mischief of a ten-year-old. The moment one of the hill children dares to lob a snowball at the Princess, she joins right in with a delighted cackle – but she won't be the only victim. If you find yourself pelted with a snowball, or snow shoved down the back of your shirt, then it means you've been drafted by the Imperial Princess into her own personal war.
c. wildcard
Otherwise, Sonia can be found drifting around the village, chatting with villagers, or trying to find comfortable places in the camp to sit, or anyone to talk to. Really, after ten years of growing up with the unrelenting guerrilla soldiers, she's a little desperate for someone new to have a conversation with.